Oh ! lovely flower,
what do you want ?
Do you ever feel lonliness ?
When I am lonely
I talk to myself,
I try to array
all my disorderd threads
I remember
my days,
the lost moments.
See,here I am among with many
but none to spell a word.
If I wish to talk
then talk to whom,
there has been a scarcity
of listners,even in good days.
It`s now your days of blooming
you would be more beautiful
your petals would spread more,
Who sees your desire.
You are helpless here
being alone,
and I am also helpless there
with so many.
surendra
